Saturday, October 13, 2018

Doyle, Donald and the Penny Dreadfulls

It is a stretch, I know, to find the thread between
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Donald J Trump but I’d like to give it a go.
Arguably Doyle’s invention of Sherlock and Donald’s invention of himself are
both high functioning sociopaths. Sherlock Holmes was one which fit the late
Victorian age. Trump is less of a man than a phenomenon who came along to fill a
vacuum created by an age of dislocation and accelerated change. The sleuth with
the deerstalker hat was a noble outlier; the Donald is a megalomaniac who offers
a satchel full of empty promises.

Penny Dreadfulls were read by an estimated one
million Londoners each week. They were illustrated sensationalist rags with stories
of cheap thrills, piracy, murders and science fiction, aimed at young men. They
ripped off versions of Charles Dickens, Wilkie Collins, Bram Stoker and Arthur
Conan Doyle. Holmes’ exploits were fodder just as Trump and the National
Enquirer use each other to fabricate his exploits while vilifying Hillary. For
eight years they had Barack and Michelle divorcing with as much credibility as
a JFK citing or alien landing. The Dreadfulls were the social media, the Tweets
of the day. Both were the creation of fevered minds. At least the 19th
century version presented itself as fiction while Donald seems unable to
distinguish fact from fable.

Victorian England was at its peak of Empire. Think
globalization. Big bucks were being made by a few people. The air was foul.
Tradition under assault. Science seemed out of control with epochal technology
and new-fangled gadgets. The bucolic countryside was fast disappearing with a growing divide between rural and urban consciousness. There
were 200,000 prostitutes in London. Homelessness, filth and indenture coexisted
with a genteel civility. People knew their place. Social mobility was virtually
unknown. Rigidity and rectitude were giving way to randomness and relativity. Society was held together by a veneer of respectability, class fixity
along with a sense of order and resolve. Every disruption had its resolution.

Enter Sherlock Holmes. He brought rationality and
logic. He deduced. He rooted evil out and restored civility. He was their
defense against a random universe. He never died because he never lived. Arthur
Conan Doyle’s invention rested on the shoulders of Edgar Allen Poe’s invention
and upon Sherlock’s shoulder came Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple and Hercule
Poirot, Raymond Chandler’s Phillip Marlow and Dashiell Hammett’s Sam Spade…the
genre is still digging.Detectives
detect. They mostly act on their own as benevolent vigilantes offering the
illusion of justice.

The new sheriff with the technicolor hair who rode
into America’s heartland, on the last train from Yuma, is Donald Trump, that
old robber-baron, land-grabber, in disguise. He and he alone nails the
most-wanted posters to the wall. He leads the posse, locates the hanging tree
and prepares the noose. He is the faux-detective offering simplistic words with
a ten-year old’s vocabulary to complex problems.

Yet both Doyle and Donald appear at pivotal moments,
albeit 125 years apart. Brits also encountered immigrants from their jewel,
India. Holmes pandered to Londoners xenophobia with a distrust of foreigners. Many
Indians ended up in Newgate Prison on the barest suspicion. Gay behavior was
criminalized just as many Red states would have it today. It would be decades
before women were fully enfranchised in England. Their first voting right act
in 1918 was restricted to propertied women over thirty. 1895 Britain and the
American Heartland bear some resemblance in their racism and misogyny.

The name Sherlock suggests razor sharp certainty. I
suppose he would be repulsed by the fuzzy mind of our Prez. The man from Baker
Street could surmise a man’s entire profile by a glance at his hands and the
smell of his tobacco. Our guy from the high tower smelled angst and fear and
inflamed it into irrational rage. There is a mystery afoot surrounding Trump
something like the yellow fog that fell on London Town back in the day. May
Sherlock Mueller get to the bottom of it all.

Thank you. Truth be told I've never read any Sherlock Holmes. Only saw some Basil Rathbone movie and then Jeremy Brett and a bit of Cumberbatch. It's what he represents and when he appears that fascinates me.